Clavish - Day Date (Lyrics)

Clavish - Day Date (Lyrics) Subscribe here: Follow us on Spotify: Stream: ➡️ Join Our Discord: ➥ Become a fan of Rap City: ➥ Clavish: @_clavish Subscribe now 🔔 ✗ 📲 Connect with me: ✗ Submit & Contact 🔻 📧: aron@ #Clavish #DayDate #rap #city 🎵 Lyrics: It wasn’t me, I don’t know the cheffer Me and Crash, you know the pressure I used to be broke, remember? Should I cop the Day Date or the Dweller? .45, this is not a Beretta Drop the roof, depending the weather Strokin’ it slow, makin’ her wetter All of my hoes push P for pleasure It wasn’t me, I don’t know the cheffer Me and Crash, you know the pressure I used to bе broke, remembеr? Should I cop the Day Date or the Dweller? .45, this is not a Beretta Drop the roof, depending the weather Strokin’ it slow, makin’ her wetter All of my hoes push P for pleasure [Verse] I hate on the ones, I hit from shows, try rekindle, girl, don’t be silly They say I ain’t put in no work, the man there got more jokes than Chunkz and Filly Two Rambo knives and three machines in the car, that’s risky Big bro protectin’ himself, protected too cah he got the thingy If rap don’t work, it ain’t back to the drawin’ board, it’s back to servin’ WiFi on the plane, but she wanna argue, I told her, “I got no service“ I said I’ll buy my mum a crib before I buy any bitch a bag, I’m guilty Cah if I’m in the wrong, I’m due to buy some shoes and purses My n*gga don’t play for Chelsea, he’s always with Reece James and Mason Mount My come up was real, I used to get spots on my face from Jamie’s couch A nine of each, I’ma tag that down, pray feds don’t run up in Jamie’s house I can do Day Dates now, told my youngin if it ain’t a K, don’t count Told my Brentwood one, “Sit down,“ she got more attitude than Chloe Brockett Mason just phoned me, said, “I’m in the charts again, but I’m not even bothered“ Remember, never had ting you could fit in your hand, tell NB, “Bring out the shotty“ That could’ve been a GBH case, that was years ago and I’m still not sorry Interview room, not sayin’ Been a stubborn yute since St Ignatius The burner jam, shit, now I gotta put blades in backs even though I’m famous C-L-A-V, so she want a taste Nah, I’m not takin’ her out, I don’t go on dates Especially ones in the day unless that’s forty racks for the face [Chorus] It wasn’t me, I don’t know the cheffer Me and Crash, you know the pressure I used to be broke, remember? Should I cop the Day Date or the Dweller? .45, this is not a Beretta Drop the roof, depending the weather Strokin’ it slow, makin’ her wetter All of my hoes push P for pleasure It wasn’t me, I don’t know the cheffer Me and Crash, you know the pressure I used to be broke, remember? Should I cop the Day Date or the Dweller? .45, this is not a Beretta Drop the roof, depending the weather Strokin’ it slow, makin’ her wetter All of my hoes push P for pleasure